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You can see it in my eyes.

You can feel it when I touch you.

You can hear it in my words.



But it's only acting...



I run to you.

Grasping for you.

Breathing in only you.



But it's only acting...



The stage is my home.

I get to be with you.

Open my heart and my arms to you.



But it's only acting...



In truth, what would you say?

If you knew that my acting wasn't acting, how would you feel?

O' I pronounce my love to you so blatantly!



But it's only acting...



Theatre is my heart.

You are my life.

I'd die for you.



But alas, it's only acting...



Only acting... yet I give my all.

I give my everything.

But it's okay.



It's all for the love of the theatre, right?




Author's Notes/Comments: 

The idea that formed in my head while talking to very close friend of mine was the basis for this poem... Thank you,my friend! You should know who you are... if not, shame on you!

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 2:51am
©2 May 2005 - 11:16pm — BackstageMaverick
3 May 2005 - 12:06am — Dark Irish (not verified)
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Hello dear friend,
I know I've already told you, but your way with words is wonderful. This piece is not an exception. I hope to see some more of this in the future.
Much Love,
Sander

PS: I try not to act when I'm with people I trust.